Hey! Lyrics - Operation: Doomsday - Mf Doom

I only play the games that I win at 

And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats 

As a matter of fact, let me rephrase 

With more rhymes and more ways to fillet felines these days 

Watch the path of the black one 

Supervillian he wrecks clubs for dell 

In a drunken stupor chillin 

Ready and willin to inadvertantly foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or 

spoiled brat 

Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose? 

And holds mics like he knows karate body blows 

Nobody knows the trouble I see 

from the MPB fly dirty tailin the eye bubble eye thirty 

For the record this is some shit I just thought of y'all 

Science fiction that's not admissable in no court of law 

I live to rock mics 3-D 

The only reason I seek to stop to snuff the TV 

I heard beats, they sound like karaoke 

With monkey rhymers on a leash like don't have this fairy choke me 

Hit 'em with a penny so we can get these peanuts 

And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts 

They locks Lex Luthor up in green haven 

Since when a nigga never really been to clean shaven 

Misbehavin rap stars need mistament 

Call me Mista Bent 

I'm at where your sister went 

Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke 

Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell, tell a joke 

This could lead to catastrophe 

Bout to stop the violence right after these last three shots from the black 

bat got me at headlock 

Holdin on to sanity while stranded at dreadlock 

She told me get off I said 

Bitch, let me set this shit off so I could get rich right quick 

Then it hit me like the point of intoxication 

Nigga come out and rock this nation like oxifacen 

A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation 

In the world's most strangest most dangerous occupation 

But you could do it, you the Super like in your building 

Villian like trife kingdom wear and all my children 

Plottin and it sure to pay ends 

With some more mature womens and more of they friends 

And when bad men roll tight, it's actual true 

Like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue 

Who grip necks of becks next to triple X 

He just came before D followed the ripple effects 

And it'll lead you right to him 

Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap do wrap 

Zoinks, this place is filled with pretender willies 

One false move and get broke off like end of phillies 

True believers ain't nothin new to a 

Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh 

Rhyme of the month two page long 

Bustin off two gages with my cake gone wrong 

Son it's on remind me of a Raekwon tape song 

With a fleet of super bad status Rae Dawn Chong 

Let me know if y'alls with me y'all 

Nasty yo and geographic down to the titty bar 

Rap monster outer city y'all 

To all my brothers who is doin' unsettling bids 

You could have got away with it if it was not for them meddling kids 

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